We think of your spurious garages
\nrobed in the feeble edges of flat tire lungs
\nyour oil cans like robot teats
\nfor monkey wrenches howling around the ominous batteries
\nsublimated spark plugs and anxious metal pedals.<\/p>\n
We think of your lucite panels
\nyour millions of drops of what color is that paint
\nyour manic neon tubes and delicate sockets
\nplagued with the symptoms of exhaust
\nall gray-toothed and punk around the nuclei.<\/p>\n
We think of your exposed hollows
\nyour pop and jingling clothesline threads of lifepatch
\nhumming ballads on everlasting and conclusion
\nto your rejected driveways
\nthe impregnable axons of a constricted vision.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"